January 05, 2014

"I was told,The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7She picks the colors and the cake firstBy the age of 10She knows time, And locationBy 17She's already chosen a gown2 bridesmaidAnd a maid of honorBy 23She's waiting for a manWho won't break out in hives when he hears the word "commitment"Someone who doesn't smell like a band-aid drenched in lonelySomeone who isn't a temporary solution to the empty side of the bedSomeoneWho'll hold her hand like it's the only one they've ever seen

To be honest,I don't know what kind of tux I'll be wearingI have no clue what my wedding will look likeBut I imagine,The woman who pins my last to hers,Will butterfly down the aisleLike a 5 foot promiseI imagine,Her smileWill be so large that you'll see it on google mapsAnd know exactly where our wedding is being held

The woman that I plan to marryWill have champagne in her walk,And I will get drunk on her footstepsWhen the pastor asks,If I take this woman to be my wife,I will say yes before he finishes the sentenceI'll apologize later for being impoliteBut I will also explain himThat our first kiss happened 6 years agoAnd I've been practicing my "Yes"

For past 2165 daysWhen people ask me about my weddingI never really know what to sayBut when they ask me about my future wifeI will always tell themHer eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year longI sayShe thinks too muchMisses her fatherLoves to laughAnd she's terrible at lyingBecause her face never figured out how to do it correctly

I tell themIf my alarm clock sounded like her voiceMy snooze button would collect dustI tell themIf she came in a bottleI would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keysIf she was a bookI would memorize her table of contentsI would read her cover to coverHoping to find typosJust so we can both have a few things to work on

Because aren't we all unfinished?Don't we all need a little editing?Aren't we all waiting to be proofread by someone?Aren't we all praying they will tell us that we make sense?She doesn't always make senseBut her imperfections are the things I love about her the most

I don't know when I will be marriedI don't know where I will be marriedBut I do know thisWhenever I'm asked about my future wifeI always say